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The trend for British food is one that won’t go away. There are so many of these places opening in London right now – the English Market restaurant, Mason & Taylor, Heston Blumenthal’s new place at the Mandarin, Brawn… The critics are having collective orgasms over them. Me, not so much. Call me a total girl, but I don’t want to eat pickled ox tongue or grilled bone marrow. And I thought the whole point of it not being 1942 was that we didn’t have to.

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When I started this blog, there were four of us (including dog) living in a one-bed flat in Shoreditch. Now we've moved to the Sussex Downs. It's an experiment, really - a test to see if we can survive without Pret, the Tube and street lighting. If it fails, we'll be back to London, tails between legs. This is how we're getting along...